Responsiveness Poems | Examples

The All Good, The All Inclusive

(“In the Beginning There Was the Word and the Word Was Good”, 2019, original pen and ink)

The All Good, The All Inclusive

Under the umbrella of relative truth
Is the absolute truth
That despite appearances 
It’s all good.

Everything has its place
In a conscious universe 
Where responsiveness
Is the prime directive.

Huh? I hear you ask.

Everything happens as it is 
To perfectly match our needs.
All religions, philosophies, mythologies and lifestyles
Meeting the need of whoever finds it attractive.

This doesn’t mean it’s relatively good,
As clearly some styles and choices are bad,
It means it’s absolutely good
Simply because it’s absolutely inclusive.

Because the definition of the Universe
Of Life itself
Includes everything.


(9/2/25)

The Offspring Of The Floating Potheads

They inhale the poisonous substance,
adduction had no power over resistance;
their brain's responsiveness is too slow:
look at them: their glance is so mellow!

This is the offspring of the floating potheads,
they renounce everything that means strides; 
they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes:
soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. " 

Vacant glances and sunken cheeks stir disgust,
their veins must be fed with drugs, not nutrients;
don't they stretch out that bony hand to collect
a meager sum not enough to buy Ecstasy pills? 

Onlookers speed by, not expressing human apathy
for the useless ones who display a state of misery,
but who are the offspring of the floating potheads?
Friends, strangers, the homeless, and the Diddies!

Memory Loss

Fold and make origami
Pieces lost in the folds of time
Ripples in crystal waters of stillness
A riddle searching for responsiveness

Zipline through the playgrounds of my mind
Inverted skies stretch beyond grey
Clinging to air thick with silence
Shaped by a hope refusing to conform

Sleepily sauntering down an alley
Directionless shadows endless in their growth
Opaque walls murmuring their speechless weight
Flickering with thoughts not comprehended

Unraveling the knots of oblivion
Words hang precariously in suspense
A burst of color breaks through the frame
Slowly fading to the edge of a forgotten dream

FRIGID BITTER ATTITUDE SMUTTED WOMAN-

FRIGID BITTER ATTITUDE SMUTTED WOMAN-

Wintry mix soul of emotion--
lack of compassionate no-show;
...So she was winter crisp chilling,
stony unsympathetic heart'

Disposition mean ice-queen part;
Your cold, responsiveness lacking; 

2/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©

Smoke Alarm

One in each bedroom. Where am I to sleep? 
Little listening devices, dot lime green light
Steadily gazing down at me all night
Surveillance recording my data to keep


Smoke alarms linking conspiracy 
Three roomed spies, tracking my actions
Informed by portion, a mirror refraction
Crackle of speaker tells me they're listening 


Walking beneath their sinister signal
Rubs a demure smoke stack 
Static sear of lightning attack
My frontal lobe, firey inflicted


Drills into my wobbled competence
Harboured horror of what's to come
I latch splinter of infiltration flung
Hazed head hampers responsiveness 


Piled with layers of quilts
Kitchen floor is in fact, quite comfortable 
Alarms are unconfrontable
-  I perceived the microphone tilt! 


Haphazard clothes cause me to stumble
In a cluttered closed door hallway
Could alarms be removable, - I have a way! 
Slid off plastic caps makes blaze redundant 



     1st August 2020

     Contest :    Be Inspired
     Sponsor:  Regina Mc Intosh

Given Presence

Resourceful - conjuring bulk from brain brew
Remorseful - predictable poetry, spirit sinking 
Perception - radically alters the same view
Pareidolia -  open gate self driven thinking

Eradicate -   enclosure - thwart cliche profanity
Enigma -  drifts in layers of conciousness 
Hallucinate - haunts the bridge adjoining sanity 
Hypothosise - solidify vapour responsiveness 

Fabricate -  concocted charade materialised
Fantasy - unreal ideas give desperate relief
Establish - beyond bounds to tantalise 
Erroneous -  concealed, reveals new belief

Rampant written critters eat readers' expectations 
Sabre tooth tigers exude from woodgrain exuberantly 
Thumping words stir rainbow disco illumination 
With sage persuasion, topic prospers convincingly

Slices of vivid visuals leave consumer inflicted
Scenarios spring suddenly, scorch on impact 
Rage and rapture entwine, rapid zig zag ballistic 
Buffed poem friction, grazed reader attacked 




      Written:   29th July 2020
      Submitted for Contest:   Pareidolia Poem
      Sponsor:   Craig Cornish

Whispers In the Winds

whispers in the winds

Gentle as it may be, ears are enticed upon the stirring of the wind
Drops of water spill off aging leaves, falling into the winds stream  
Faint sparkles of sunlight sneak through the broken clouds 
Silence is broken by the whispers of the winds in my dream.

Awoken by the echoes drawn upon my mind near dawn
Darkness nearing to close to bed its goodnight
Subtle traces of daylight easing out against the fading stars
Willows in the mist seemingly awaken to the touching light.

Tones of color unraveling giving image to shapes and style
Unclear visions deter the awareness that reality sends  
Sounds carried by the winds elicit responsiveness to reply
but I only whisper to retain my dream in the winds

Ajulea

You expand
one's perceptions of love
with an intensely profound awareness
separating romanticized lust
from
the essence of true loves
limitless sensations

Perceiving
that which lies beneath the skin...
Glimpsing the aesthetics of
a courageous heart...
Observing the inventiveness
of an intellectual mind...
Discerning the artistry 
of a compassionate soul...

Responsiveness
is aroused by true love...
Elimimating the obstacles 
which thwart enlightenment...
Embracing 
a genuine awakening of empathy...
Enfolding two egos 
into one cohesive understanding...

Tide

Tide ebbed from the sea,
sublime poetic fervor
charge and impetus
enhanced responsiveness leads
unbounded benevolence.
Briny deep, long crested waves
forever beating the shore.


3/27/2019

 Poetry Contest: CHALLENGE
Sponsored by: Martin Brown aka ManPoet

The Dear Retirement of a Beloved Pastor

Oh, how my initiative has flustered,
for I assumed of years before we separate
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.

What stinginess imposed no access to Fish Fries and the classes?
In retrospect, I think this showed the sum that I could pay.
Oh, how my initiative has flustered.

If in the face-to-face responsiveness, I could not be active,
During his parochial presence,I may have considered exchanging ideations within the electronic mail.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.

Ah, to attend the Conversational coffee, which followed early Wednesday masses,
I strongly desire that in temporal asset my mind provided doability in willing myself awake. 
Oh, how my initiative has flustered.

Perhaps, my sleeping rhythm could truly mould to donut Sundays, 
and not corporeal nourishment but interactions would satiate. 
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.

I drown in upset without the known legal right of correspondence.
The prospect of mutual familiarity would permit messages had I done the actions strengthen my regrets.
Oh, how my initiative has flustered.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.

My God, I Thank You

I THANK* YOU, MY GOD, FOR YOUR:

Assuring attributes of authority
Blessing with benefits’ bounty
Calling along compassion-courage
Driving devoid of direction-damage
Enabling enthusiastic empowerment
Fortifying with faithfulness-fulfillment
Gearing along grace-guard
Hoisting with helpfulness’ herald
Instilling inspirational instruction 
Justifying justice-jubilation
Keeping kindness-kinship
Loving along light-luster’s leadership
Moving with mercy’s might
Nurturing nourishment at night
Optimizing obedience-opulence
Performing power-prevalence
Quieting qualms of quitting
Restoring revival midst restful rejuvenating
Strengthening servanthood-skill
Training toward trials’ triumphant thrill
Upholding upon unwelcome uncertainty
Vanquishing victoriously every vanity
Winning thru Word’s worthy ways
Xing sins with ‘xamination ‘xcellence x-rays
Yearning for yielded yes-responsiveness
Zooming zeal to Zion’s zestfulness.

*Romans 1:8 ... I thank my God through Jesus Christ... 

November 27, 2018
Abecedarian with Couplet and Alliteration forms

4th place, "A Personal Favorite Poem Written in 2018"
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 12/12/2018.

Utopia, New World Futurism

Utopia, New World Futurism

Let’s consider for a moment, do we exist are we real,
Or perhaps just holograms with flesh and bones.
Controlled, programmed by covert powers that be,
Observed perpetually by all-seeing Alien drones.

Laptops, Tablets Smart phones surveying us all,
They know what you do, they know what you think.
CCTV cameras, the eye in the sky, satellite detection,
Orwell spoke of Big Brother, now we’re on the brink.

We’re watching you, watching us watching you.
Scary really, creation of self-programmed Android.
Mummy, Daddy your child needs responsiveness,
Take your eyes from the screen, away from the void.

Science fiction is now, machines ruling our world,
But they’re not Robots, Automatons or mechanisms,
It’s us, people have become machines, DELETE, RE-BOOT,
Welcome my friends to Utopia, new world Futurism.

Northernwhitemale Privileges

Some people 
see reverse racism
as justified by genetic meritocracy
and historical seniority of sacred monocultural grace
not quite so generously bestowed
as one might more paradise
have multiculturally hoped.

So, some people
see affirmative action
as too liberal with love
too affirming reactionary.

So, some people
see assertive responsiveness
as PositivEnergy ecofeminist reply
to reverse racism
and sexism
and anthro-patriotic national supremacy.

So, some people
see anthro-supremacism
as RightWinged
patriarchal RedMeat.

So, some people
see patriarchalism
as red-faced egocentrism,
longing to rebelong
in green Paradise days
of GoodNews scriptured Olde.

So, some people
see xenophobia,
reverse ecological
and political empowering face
of rabid LeftBrain egocentrism,
and RightBrain eco-racism
and sexism
and anthro homophobicism

So, some people
fake *****sapien
shape-shifting eco-resonant WiseElder minds
with ego-resilient bodies--
inside spiritual climate redeeming health
proclaiming regenerative outside natured wealth.

Belushi Two

I loved him
His life of little waste
His respect for the economy of every situation
His responsiveness to every thought
His energy
His selfless love
This agape so rare now
This giving of himself to others
This giving at his own expense
This giving of this thing
That is him

The Creative Process

Every single thing we enjoy -
whether it touches sight, hearing, 
sense of smell, or the working 
of hands and feet - was given 
             by the God who created us.

Before man thought to produce art, 
manufacture goods, or write stories, 
poetry or music, God put all the raw 
materials in our minds and hands, 
             all we would ever need - 

then waited for us to develop 
sensitivity to his leading 
            and the responsiveness 
which produces obedience. Those who 
achieve the greatest success and 

benefit mankind most are ones 
who hear that inner voice, 
that spark within, listen
with their hearts, and follow.

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